Jellyfish And Iron Turtles

Explosions, tanks, bullets, parachutes descending. Everything was chaos. The world was destroying itself and I was a simple bystander just trying to survive. It was as if the Rapture had passed already but had forgotten to take me with it, leaving me here to die among the chaos and destruction.

I was being pulled through the chaos by both my mom and dad, who hadn't escaped this nightmare either. I was dragging behind, and their grips were almost cutting off the blood circulation in my hands. I was only slightly shorter than my mom and my dad wasn't exactly considered the tallest so I probably would stop at my mom's height. The three of us had just escaped the destruction of our home, crushed by a tank. My pet cat wasn't so lucky. I wasn't able to save him in time and my face was filling with tears because of it. I was only fifteen, no one, even those older than I was, should ever go through what I was going through right then.

Escape was the only thing on our minds as we ran and ran. Bombs went off all around us, most of them coming from the soldiers still floating down in their parachutes. Oh, I wished I could somehow catch one and throw it back so badly! But all we could do was run. Suddenly, an explosion landed nearer than the others had to us and I saw my mom dropdown. Dad fell to his knees beside her and checked to see if she was okay. A shard of the bomb's outer shell had given her a quick and painless death, for her.. Both me and Dad practically cried our eyes out. Dad's beard was so dirty with ash and dust he almost looked like an old man with it so grey.

Finally, my dad grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet away from Mom. I kept telling myself that all this was a dream and that I would wake up soon and everything would be okay, but I didn't believe myself one bit. Soon, I was running again. Dad was pulling even harder than before on my wrist. Explosions continued shaking the ground but I couldn't hear them. Everything was silent to me as I was in total shock by what was going on. I didn't realize there were soldiers around us until they pulled Dad away from me. The sound came back to my ears and I could hear my dad screaming my name as we were separated from each other. A soldier was holding my arm tightly and pulling me away from Dad. I screamed but couldn't hear myself over the dozens of other booming noises. My dad vanished among a crowd of soldiers and.. I never saw him again...

The soldier pulling me threw me to the ground and left me with my sorrows to join the others. I had no home, no cat, and now.. no mom and dad. I just sat there on the broken road crying. I never imagined a day like this would ever come. I had heard of the wars nearby but never thought they would creep into my little perfect life. My vision was blurry and I was petrified of what I would do next. Not like I had a choice anyway.

I heard a rocket sound and looked up into the bright sky. The sun was in the very center of it. I shook in horror as I saw a missile breaking through the clouds. It was aimed only a couple of miles away from the town I was currently in. I knew what it was immediately. I didn't even have to read the label. Not like I could. It was way too far away, it looked like a little fat needle from where I was sitting. I decided to just accept my fate right then and there, but it was pretty hard to accept something like that.

The fat needle hit the ground and an explosion erupted from it. I could see the mushroom cloud rising into the air as the shockwave hit me and I knew I was doomed. Moments after just staring into the sky at the thing that had just sealed my fate, I blacked out. At least I would be with Mom soon.

(Later)

I was woken up abruptly by my own heart rate. The little guy in my chest wasn't ready to give up that easily. Sweat was dripping all over my face and my mouth was dry and everything about me was just pitiful.

Machines all around me beeped like crazy and it annoyed me even more than my own racing heart. I then noticed I was in a hospital bed, in a hospital room, in, well who knows... Doctors and nurses of all ages and races ran to my bed as if I were the last survivor of a blood-filled war. With so much destruction and chaos, it wasn't too hard to believe that I was. I heard several gasps and saw some of the doctors pushing other people back, probably relatives of mine, but for some reason, I couldn't recognize any of them. It was hard to focus at all.

The machines started to calm down as my vision started to slowly fade. I knew it. I knew what was happening to me, and to be honest, I was scared. The darkness mixed with the light began creeping into my vision through the corners of my eyes and my entire body went stiff. I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see the faces around me. Some looked angry, some looked sad, and some looked confused. My heart said goodnight and my brain pleaded for it to wake back up, but it was too late. My blood slowed down until it stopped entirely.

I felt neither scared or angry or even sad when I felt my spirit begin to float out of my body. How I remember all this, I have no idea. In a few moments, I was looking down at my pitiful self almost emotionless. I was sort of glad I was outta there since almost all my hair was gone and my skin looked dry and crusty. The doctors began to panic and the people pushed harder to get to me. I still couldn't recognize a single one of them. But I'm pretty sure the one pushing hardest on the doctors was my aunt from my mom's side of the family. The only family from my dad's side were my grandparents and a long lost uncle, I think. Maybe the uncle thing was made up, I didn't really care anymore. I felt myself lifting up into the heavens. I would finally be going home. But then suddenly, I was sucked into one of the machines as if it were a vacuum and everything went black. How all that happened, I still have no idea...